There's a bright, golden moon tonight. Call the klatch to order before the moon makes it past the trees We must debate its exact shape and decide how far to fall The moment, as they say, is fleeting— same as before But now there’s less of it to go around You may be skeptical of [...]
A self-portrait of sorts. I am posing as myself a role for which I am both uniquely qualified and horribly ill-suited I have been the Brainiac the awkward poet the hormone-fueled misfit the inadvertent member of an in-crowd the expat living on ¥600 a day the expat working in a Tokyo high-rise the basket case [...]
Dear Monday, A little grey for the end of summer, don’t you think? Love, Kevin (21 September 2020)
Dear Sunday, Open windows on a sunny day. Love, Kevin (20 September 2020)
Dear Saturday, It’s good that we could clear the air, finally. Love, Kevin (19 September 2020)
Dear Friday, Waiting for the rain… Love, Kevin (18 September 2020)
Written during a poetry reading while listening to David Sylvian & Holger Czukay. Winter ghosts are waiting in the wings wishing to leapfrog their autumn counterparts Rain is hesitant leaving a few drops a night or two ago but silent ever since Echoes echo quiet as well the canyon before us has no size The [...]
Dear Thursday, Where’s the rain? Are you holding out on us? Love, Kevin (17 September 2020)
It is popular these days to begin certain gatherings by ‘acknowledging the land’. But it seems to me that the people offering these ‘acknowledgements’, however well-intentioned, are leaving a few things out. For my part, I acknowledge that this is likely not a popular opinion. We acknowledge the land upon which we live and those [...]
Dear Monday, They can’t seem to make up their minds this morning. So, when’s that rain coming? Love, Kevin (14 September 2020)
